Rembrance by Barbara Bretton

I found out last week that a dear friend was gone. Gene Haldeman was a kind and gentle man. He loved William Butler Yeats, Samuel Beckett, and all the earth's creatures great and small. Life should have treated him better. He had no business being taken in his early 40s, at least no business I can understand. But those of us who had the pleasure of knowing him are the better for it.

I just wish I'd had time to say goodbye.